To Fall in Love with India

My gift cannot be seen or sung, but can be heard. I am a writer, but also I consider myself a performing artist because I perform my poems in front of my cohorts in school and other poets and artists of all sorts. The poem I choose to send to you is a poem I wrote while I was in India titled "To Fall In Love With India". This poem represents how and why I fell in love with India. My poem illustrates my personal experience and more importantly what India taught me, and how I will never be the same as a result. Enjoy!!!

To Fall In Love with India

To Fall In Love with India

Is to be in love eternally,

So beautifully,

Stay with me *

I see*

The richness of grass

Roots;

Roots of Marathi tongue

Roots that speak dances

Entrances me

Bindi's

Mark Beauty

For Me

It's my skins deep

I could learn so much from you India*

Your Compassion,

So Passionate

For your roots

Cuz' you know your roots

Grow,

Not from crab grass, but from love

You weed out dandelions

In the hot and humid sun

India

You amaze me

India

Innocence

Bound

Tight to children's backs

Like knapsacks

India

You preserve culture

Like a heart holds love

To Fall In Love with India

Is to be in contradiction,

Juxtaposition

With my soul

And its struggle

AND

The one of a rice field hand;

Who seems to be dormant

Like a door mat

Like a mattress of those sex workers

Those sex workers

Whose faces won't leave my mind

Like the children of Snehalaya

Won't leave my heart

Cuz unlike those kids

I was rather not born into a brothel

But shipped into one

For my pain stakin humiliation

But thank god for Snehalaya

Those children wont have to suffer that pain of being

Objectified in vain for two dollars.

To Fall In Love with India,

Es Ser:

Libre De Las Cadenas

To be free of chains,

Which is the most beautiful feeling

In the world.